"The climb becomes much steeper once you get past the barracks, and it's the moment for Rachel to ask: Is this mountain male or female? It's certainly enveloping.During the religious revivals in the early part of the twentieth century, people of Snowdonia underwent baptisms in freezing mountain lakes, swooned and fainted and spoke in tongues.But Rachel's take on the place is distinctly her own: the mountain is huge, she says..."It is St David's Day and novelist Russell Celyn Jonesrecalls a memorable climb up Mount Snowdon, when mists,hawks and injuries beckon...Russell Celyn Jones climbs Mount Snowdon and considers our need to walk places.